we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same - as we are liberated from our fears;
our presence automatically liberates others.
timo cruz - coach carter
The art of getting by (poem)
Don’t ask me about life ‘cause I don’t know it.
Don’t ask me about love and don’t ask why.
My heart is made of stone. It can be broken.
But in the end it’s cold and it is blind.
I am surrounded by a stanger’s faces.
I an alone in crowd of friends of mine.
I’m telling stories that won’t be ever listened.
I’m learning to the art of getting by.